
What does it take to transform a mild-mannered, street-legal automobile into an adrenaline-pumping, knuckle-whitening instrument of speed and daring? Well, a roll cage is a big step in that direction. Ladies and Gentlemen, we have cage!!! Our cocoon of safety was installed over the past two weekends with the assistance of welder-extraordinaire, Raymond Wix (Big Daddy’s brother-in-law). It’s a custom built unit twisted up by the maniacs down at the Don’t Do This Garage. But, as luck goes (or should I say Hard Luck?) solving one problem usually creates

another. How does Big Daddy get his fat ass in the car with all those damn pipes in the way? The steering wheel needs to go. So we got one of those slick quick-connect steering wheel hubs like the real racecars have. Got it from Fred Motts Racing for less than 20 bucks. With the steering wheel out of the way Big Daddy may be able to squeeze in there without breaking out the Crisco.
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